Before Zichen knew it, his body begins to slowly react and obey as he explores him, mapping out his body with his fingers and his lips. His strong body lean and well-muscled from training and his cultivation practice. He tenses beneath his touch, his eyes started to glass over, a jolt of pleasure begin to spark and dance like electricity.

"A-ah..." His legs spread wider in response. What's happening? He only knew this is what he wants just from him, and only Xingchen can give this pleasure to him, lost in his voice and his touches, ghosting around his nipples, also becoming hard. "Ah!" The sound he makes, he's vocal whenever Xingchen touches him and teases.

"Xingchen, what...?" He shifts to get comfort, then spread his legs wider in reaction, squirming as he touches his thighs and he shivers. "O-oh. Are you sure? You don't have to." But he admires him all the more if he does.

"I'm not going anywhere Xingchen..." He said, and he groans in response when he holds the most sensitive part of his body. He's hard, with a thin sheen of precum, and there's a masculine scent. "Xingchen, guess you found me..." He said, voice soft, low, and sweet, panting. "It's not too late to stop now, but you caught me."